Log in

No account? Create an account

get over yourself already

« previous entry | next entry »
September 28, 2008 | 02:15am
Mood: annoyed
Music: Sam Sparro - Black & Gold

On Friday I attended a workshop on how to get published. I don't know what I was expecting, but what I got wasn't it; the workshop was next to useless, though Amanda thought it was incredibly informative. After I expressed my opinion, Amanda said, "I hate going to things like this with you, because you always say you don't enjoy them!" I'm sorry, but I'm not going to sugar-coat my feelings. If it's useless, it's useless, and that's all there is to it. I'm not a short story writer, I don't write in the presenting authors' genre, I'm not an idiot, and I've already researched this in the past. That right there made 98% of the given information useless. Plus, all the man has published is a book of very poorly written short stories. Why am I such an asshole for not appreciating that fact?

I know I don't talk much about my writing in this journal - hell, I don't talk about much of anything in this journal, let alone writing - but writing is a very important part of my life. I've considered myself a writer since the first grade, when I wrote a story about a princess and a rabbit, and ever since I've written as much and as often as I can. These days I tend to write Young Adult (read: teenage) fiction of various subgenres, mystery and (urban) fantasy being two favorites. Generally I am inspired by what I read, and since I've been reading like a motherfucker lately I've also been pretty inspired. And you see, the best way to get published - and the one thing that the presenter at that workshop did not mention - is to write. Yeah, it may be obvious, but it's something that should not be ignored.

Lately I've been trying to write more because I've come to the conclusion that what I really want to be when I grow up is an author. I don't expect to be famous or well-known or even particularly popular. I just want to write because it's what I do, what I enjoy doing, and what I do best. However, until I build up my portfolio, I'll just stick to my day job. And odds are that's about all you'll see of my writing habits in this journal for a good long time. Well, okay, probably until November, when NaNoWriMo strikes again.

On a lighter note, the sell-by date of the can of tuna I used in my Tuna Helper today was December 2002. If I die, I leave everything to my cats.

Link | Comment |

Comments {2}


(no subject)

from: cebus_albifrons
date: September 28, 2008 10:35pm (UTC)

I'm with you. I always wind up either mocking things like that relentlessly (afterwards) or asking scrutinizing questions. People that present bad information should be criticized, it's the only way they'll learn to present good information.

Reply | Thread


(no subject)

from: aodh
date: September 29, 2008 01:03pm (UTC)

See, that's the only sensible thing to do. You can't (or, at the very least, shouldn't) accept bad information... you gotta fight against it.

Reply | Parent | Thread